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'' It's Our Time They Waste ''
The concept of time,
Women love engaging,
They'll say it's sublime,
That's apart from the ageing.
YET
A minute to them,
Equates to an hour,
What we condemn,
Does leave them sour.
That trip to the shops,
To buy one item,
We've grown our crops,
And started to bite em.
Why so long,
For one pair of shoes,
Moaning is wrong,
It's we who lose.
I'll talk to my friends,
I'll be just a mo,
When it never ends,
Where is it they go?
A trip to the loo,
Takes half a day,
What is it they do?
Are they playing away?
You're taking too long,
You'll hear them cry,
You're doing it wrong,
Women don't lie.
Though it does cause strife,
They know nought of haste,
For most of their life,
' It's Our Time They Waste '
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`` It`s Our Time They Waste ``
`` It`s Our Time They Waste ``
